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... poor brother ! fo , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , Madam : and to comfort you with chance , Affure yourself , after our fhip did split , When you , and that poor number fav'd with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
... poor brother ! fo , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , Madam : and to comfort you with chance , Affure yourself , after our fhip did split , When you , and that poor number fav'd with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
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... poor monfter , fond as much on him ; And fhe mistaken feems to doat on me . What will become of this ? as I am man , My ftate is defperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , ( now , alas the day ! ) What thriftless fighs fhall poor ...
... poor monfter , fond as much on him ; And fhe mistaken feems to doat on me . What will become of this ? as I am man , My ftate is defperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , ( now , alas the day ! ) What thriftless fighs fhall poor ...
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... poor corpfe , where mybones shall be thrown . - A thousand thoufand fighs to fave , Lay me , O ! where True lover never find my grave , » . To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , Sir ; I take pleasure in finging ...
... poor corpfe , where mybones shall be thrown . - A thousand thoufand fighs to fave , Lay me , O ! where True lover never find my grave , » . To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , Sir ; I take pleasure in finging ...
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... poor heart . So let us hear you speak . Vio . I pity you . Oli . That's a degree to love . Vio . No , not a grice ; for ' tis a vulgar proof , That very oft we pity enemies . Oli . Why then , methinks , ' tis time to fmile again ; O ...
... poor heart . So let us hear you speak . Vio . I pity you . Oli . That's a degree to love . Vio . No , not a grice ; for ' tis a vulgar proof , That very oft we pity enemies . Oli . Why then , methinks , ' tis time to fmile again ; O ...
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... poor heart of mine in thee . Seb . What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Or I am mad , or elfe this is a dream . Let fancy ftill my fenfe in Lethe steep , If it be thus to dream , ftill let me fleep . Oli . Nay , come , I pray ...
... poor heart of mine in thee . Seb . What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Or I am mad , or elfe this is a dream . Let fancy ftill my fenfe in Lethe steep , If it be thus to dream , ftill let me fleep . Oli . Nay , come , I pray ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt Anne Antipholis Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Caius Cath Catharina Catharine defire devil doft thou doth Dromio Duke elfe Exeunt Exit Falſtaff father fent fervant feven fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak ftand fuch fure fweet gentleman Gremio hath hear heart Heav'n Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft Hortenfio houfe houſe humour huſband Illyria jeft Johnfon Kate knave knight Lady Lord Lucentio Madam Mafter Brook Malvolio Marry Miftrefs Miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua Petruchio Pift pleaſe pray prefent Quic reafon ſay SCENE Enter Shal Signior Sir Andrew Sir John Sir Toby Slen ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thou art thouſand Tranio wife woman worfe yourſelf
Passagens conhecidas
Página 29 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We...
Página 239 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Página 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.